As I am fairly certain that this semester is out to kill me, it's time for one of those NaNoWriMo posts. As I am currently sitting at 15150-ish, and am at least a day and a half ahead of schedule, I shouldn't be fretting about my word count. The problem I'm facing now is that I know once I scribble in "the end" on the last page (whatever that may be number-wise), this novel becomes real, and becomes something that I'm actually seriously going to have to go through, edit, and submit to publishers.
The thought is slightly terrifying-- a novel done, and prepared for editing, with graduation right on the heels, and then moving (oh, god, when did I become an adult?) immediately afterward.
The house is adorable, though. Very vintage--built in the 1950s, and looks the part on the outside. As the rental agency hasn't gotten back in touch with us, though, we're waiting with bated breath to see if we can even get hold of her. It's right within the price range, and while I'll be in Salisbury for the forseeable future, in August, I'll be moving again. Twice, in the same year, neither moves involving any of my immediate family.
Scaaaaaaaary. I'll need to put in "semi-serious" job hunting time within this month and the next, and there will also be the business of becoming a legal driver (ahaha, it's about damn time). Growing up is filled with complexity, anxiety, and it's really fucking expensive. Who decided that our economy should work like this?
In the immediate future, though (re: two weeks), is the fashion show. I am taking a breather from sewing yet another vinyl corset. This show is turning into very Gothic-steampunk fetishy without me even having to try. I'm so excited that Ashlee wants me to assemble a line next semester as well, as that's more media exposure. The beautiful thing about a club entirely comprised of models and people interested in the fashion industry? They'll basically wear anything to walk the runway.
Graduation is about a month and a half away, and I don't know how I feel about it. Silly real world. I'm going to go hide under a rock until you go away.
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